Page 47 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

“You’ve definitely surpassed them,” I confessed and kissed his lips again before he helped me out of the carriage.

Kayn rented us a pair of skates, and he even went as far as to place mine on my feet and lace them up.

“You know how to skate?”

“A little bit,” I lied.

Within minutes, I was skating circles around him and slowing up so that he could catch up to me.

“A little bit?” he asked, laughing at me.

“Okay, maybe I took lessons when I was a child.” I took his hand in mine, and we continued to skate around the rink but at a much slower pace. The Christmas magic of the night was that the night seemed to go on forever, and I loved it. We caught a cab back to the hotel after half an hour of skating.

“Tonight has been the most romantic date that I’ve ever been on,” I professed after we returned to the hotel.

“It’s not over,” Kayn stated and pulled a bag from the closet.

I was seated on his bed with my legs crossed underneath me.

“What’s that?”

“Your birthday is over, but Christmas has just begun,” he stated, nodding at the clock over the fireplace before he handed me the bag.

I removed the ribbon and pulled out a Christmas CD by Chris Perry and Jovi Noelle. The next gift was a five-hundred-dollar printed certificate to Spa Estime for a day of pampering. It was the final gift that brought tears to my eyes. It was a snow globe of Mistletoe Falls with a Black couple inside kissing in the middle of the skating rink.

I had been skating in Mistletoe with the women but not with Kayn, which is why he didn’t know that I could skate.

“One moment.” I popped off his bed and ran to my room. I grabbed the present that I bought him and took it back to his room.

I watched as he opened the gift wrap and then peeled the box open. He chuckled and then pulled out the other package that had been in the box alongside the bottle of Macallan.

Slowly and appreciatively, his fingers stroked the picture frame and then the picture within the frame. It took a while before he reacted, and his first reaction was to smooth his finger over the glass in the frame to remove the teardrop that had fallen. When Kayn looked back up at me, I could see the gratitude in his eyes.

“Come here, girl.” His voice was thick and husky with emotion.

When I saw the rare photo of him at eight, and his mother and father on either side of him smiling openly and happily into the camera, I knew that I needed to give this to him. Frances hadshown it to me when she was going through a box of old photos. She said that they had forgotten about it.

It was a Christmas picture of the only time his father had shown up and spent the holiday with him. Even his mom had been on her best behavior that day, not high and operating with a lucid mind. Frances said that after that day, Kayn refused to celebrate anymore Christmases because he wanted to commemorate that one in his mind.

I crawled from the top of the bed to the bottom where he sat.

“Thank you for giving me Christmas back, sweet baby.”

Kayn cupped the back of my head and kissed me thoroughly, expressing all the emotions where words had failed him.

24

CHRISTMAS JUST AIN’T CHRISTMAS WITHOUT THE ONE YOU LOVE

Kayn

“So, what say you now, sir? Are holidays still overrated?”

“Baby, I promise you, if I’d known all that I was missing out on through the years, I would have celebrated sooner.”

“Well, I’m glad that I could be a part of helping you find the magic of Christmas again.”

“You’re a vital part of that. I’ve heard that when women are sick with a fever or pregnant, that’s the best pussy ever. I think they lied.”

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